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Thursday, 10 August 2017

Poem / SOUP

SOUP

Imagine if seven people from seven nationalitiesCame to your home to share one pot of soup You would have seven conflicting versions of that soup Someone would write to note the flavour. Another the heat Someone would write about the meaning of soup The size of the portions. The memory the soup triggersToo salty. Not enough meat. This is a stew? It's more a casserole! This soup is a meal in itself!I'm gluten intolerant!The hungriest person at the table would just write: Thank you This is human nature -We look around the table and Examine the world just as we do these dinner guests We note our differences Skin and manners, clothes and languageAnd we forget to singWe forget to celebrate that we are one That the act of love was the sitting down togetherAnd sharing the pot of soup in the first place And we say nothing As they put someone in prison for using a fork to eat their soupWe silence the person that slurps soup from the bowlAnd we ignore all the women because... What the fuck does a woman know about soup anyway?Some sit around the table and demand bread with their soup Others feel entitled to the whole pot of soup ... all for them And there's always one who will piss in the soupSo the soup is ruined for everyoneAnd sadly this is all human nature tooI'm too sad to finish this poem about soup I'll just say I have so much to be grateful forI'm so luckyI have a warm kitchenA pot and some vegetablesToday I'm gonna make timeToday I'm gonna make loveToday I'm gonna make soupFuck war!Make love!Make soup!(c) Salena Godden / July 2017